Thursday, April 26, 2012

I'm in the midst of one of those weeks where I don't have enough time and I won't have enough time but, damnit, I'm fighting it and I am just going to try to squeeze every damn second out of every minute of every day. (Conveniently, The Coach is traveling for work this week.)

Things are going a little like this: get home from work last night at 9:30 pm (after leaving the house early to babysit Lucy's little guy), bake a pan of brownies and make a batch of homemade macaroni and cheese because I'm going straight from work to my friend Heather's house and I said that I would bring dinner. Pack lunch. Set alarm early so that I have time to package up the brownies and throw a change of clothes into the car in the morning. Fall into bed.

Every item I check off my to do list is replaced by three new tasks. I am swimming against a current and I am okay with it. No complaints. Just a really long list.

Pick out a really adorable outfit to wear to Meg's commencement.

Pick out an equally adorable outfit to wear to dinner with Lucy.

Order my soccer team’s jerseys.

Snuggle Heather’s baby.

Go book shopping with Lucy.

Have The Talk with The Coach, even though I’m scared to.

Read Mockingjay and therefore finish off the Hunger Games trilogy.

Upload photos, have them printed.

Prep for next Friday’s Potentially Important Meeting-Type Event.

Determine if I have a suit that fits that I can wear to next Friday’s Potentially Important Meeting-Type Event.

Repaint my nails.

Find Lucy the absolute perfect 30th birthday present: a gift that is a magical combination of meaningful, practical, decadent, beautiful and otherwise very, very Lucy.

Hi. I'm A.

Born, raised, educated in the Midwest, I am such a Midwesterner. So Midwestern, if you will.

I am: a blogger of 8+ years, forever searching for my next athletic challenge, hopelessly overscheduled and always, always eating.

I started So Midwestern right after I graduated from college, hoping to chronicle my transition to adulthood. Graduate school, four half marathons, two new nephews, three apartments, a trip to Africa, a sprinkle of heartbreak, dozens of unfinished knitting projects, four turns as a bridesmaid, 8,913 job applications and two full-time positions later: I’m fairly convinced that the day when I feel like a legitimate, full-fledged grownup will never come. So I’ll just keep on blogging.

I write about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing. Toss my ramblings with a few pictures, a touch of swearing and an endless appreciation for the beauty that is David Beckham and you have So Midwestern. Welcome.